Chapter 1242

This is not a complicated multiple-choice question. Hand over nandie City, or fight against Wang Mang, who is the first in the city's combat power list!

Liu Jianhu's two laughs, what kind of resistance? The most powerful guards in the city all died under Wang Mang's hands. Can they resist with his third level strength?

I'm afraid that when he says these three words that he doesn't want to, the city will change to a living Lord!

Liu Jian slowly has the final say, looks at the top Wang Mang, and has a sad smile on her face. "Wang Mang, you have the final say, what other choices do I have?"

Wang Mang looked at Liu Jian and said, "you're a smart man. I'm determined to win this South butterfly city. You know that this city has great potential.

with it, it's quite a logistics base for weapons and armor, and even a stable source of income."

"Originally these profits and advantages belong to you, but now they are taken away by me. Do you hate me in your heart?" Wang Mang squinted at Liu Jian, waiting for his answer.

"Hate is not to say, this end of the world is the jungle, you as this end of the world's top strongman, with the South butterfly city is also appropriate!"

Liu Jian finished, mood seems to calm down a lot, the smile on his face is not as flattering as before, but more relieved.

"Good! Liu Jian, you can see clearly! " Wang Mang praised with a smile, then knocked on the armrest with his knuckles and said:

"Liu Jian, I don't treat you badly. This South butterfly city is still under your rule, but I will send someone to help you with your decisions in the future.

as for those guards, I will arrange someone to protect the safety of people in the city!"

With Wang Mang's words, Liu Jian's face suddenly showed a touch of excitement, but then calmed down.

sending someone to help is to monitor himself and send someone to protect his safety. That is to hold the lives of himself and the blacksmiths in the city in his hands!!

"In this case, what's the difference between yourself and a puppet?" Liu Jian roared angrily at the bottom of his heart, but his face was still kind and calm.

after some deliberation, he nodded and agreed to Wang Mang's request, "Mr. Wang Mang, you are not only powerful, but also noble in character!"

"Ha ha ha... Cough!" Zhang Lan sat next to Wang Mang, covered her mouth and tried to suppress a smile. Finally, she couldn't help but burst out laughing,

Wang Mang looked at her helplessly. Zhang Lan immediately waved her hand and said, "brother Mang, I don't mean you are not noble."

Wang Mang took back his eyes powerlessly, but Liu Jian, who was short, plump and kind-hearted, was puzzled and hesitated a little and said:

"in fact, my Lord, the problem here is not the most important. The most fundamental thing you want to rule South butterfly city is the blacksmiths!"

"My Lord, if you want those blacksmiths to cast weapons and armor, they will have no source of income, and their efficiency will not be as good as before."

"There's something in what you say!" Wang Mang knocked on the armrest with his knuckles and said in a slow voice, "do you know how many blacksmiths are there in the whole city who can cast xuanjie weapons?"

Liu Jianwen, who was very familiar with the number of blacksmiths, said, "there are about 12000 blacksmiths in the city who can cast xuanjie armor, but most of the weapons are of the low level of xuanjie armor, and the middle level and high level are rare!"